The older Woman
I met Carol through work, I was a telecoms engineer and most of my work was in offices where I would be servicing and installing call management systems, mainly in the reception area of companies, large and small.
Being young and confident I would often chat to the young ladies on the reception desk and a lot of flirting would take place.
At one office in a beautiful part of Surrey the reception was manned by two older ladies aged between 50 and 55, which at the time seemed ancient to me, but they were nice and friendly and would always take time to chat.
I discovered that both were happily married, Margret would work mornings but Carol would do mornings and afternoons, Monday to Thursday.
There was an instant connection between Carol and me, we shared a sense of humour and we would have a friendly gossip about other staff.
Carol was always well dressed and I noticed that she would always be in court shoes, a straight skirt and nylons, black more often than not.
One afternoon I had to go underneath the reception desk and I noticed there were at least five pairs of shoes under Carol’s part of the desk. They were all coloured black, and a few pairs were very high. I was turned on immediately. Carol said, “Sorry about the shoes, I never know which pair I may need”.
I replied “No problem” and without thinking said “They are very pretty”
Carol shifted in her seat and said “Shoes are needed but they should be a thing of beauty”
I looked out from under the desk and found myself, eye level with Carol’s knees and it was then that I noticed her stocking tops.
I must have flushed red, as I saw a warm smile grow on her face.
Every time I would visit reception Carol would use any excuse to mention her shoes, “We are going for a drink after work, I’m not sure if I will wear these shoes or the higher ones” and each time she would look straight at me.
From then on, every wank I had would feature Carol in black lingerie and high heels, I even had a few sneaky wanks in the office toilets.
I was becoming obsessed by her and her lingerie and shoes, I couldn’t think of anything else.
One day Carol said, “What are you doing Friday, I’m off and my husband is away on business, do you fancy a drink”
I didn’t need to think about it, I said yes and we arranged to meet in a country pub.
Being young and confident I would often chat to the young ladies on the reception desk and a lot of flirting would take place.
At one office in a beautiful part of Surrey the reception was manned by two older ladies aged between 50 and 55, which at the time seemed ancient to me, but they were nice and friendly and would always take time to chat.
I discovered that both were happily married, Margret would work mornings but Carol would do mornings and afternoons, Monday to Thursday.
There was an instant connection between Carol and me, we shared a sense of humour and we would have a friendly gossip about other staff.
Carol was always well dressed and I noticed that she would always be in court shoes, a straight skirt and nylons, black more often than not.
One afternoon I had to go underneath the reception desk and I noticed there were at least five pairs of shoes under Carol’s part of the desk. They were all coloured black, and a few pairs were very high. I was turned on immediately. Carol said, “Sorry about the shoes, I never know which pair I may need”.
I replied “No problem” and without thinking said “They are very pretty”
Carol shifted in her seat and said “Shoes are needed but they should be a thing of beauty”
I looked out from under the desk and found myself, eye level with Carol’s knees and it was then that I noticed her stocking tops.
I must have flushed red, as I saw a warm smile grow on her face.
Every time I would visit reception Carol would use any excuse to mention her shoes, “We are going for a drink after work, I’m not sure if I will wear these shoes or the higher ones” and each time she would look straight at me.
From then on, every wank I had would feature Carol in black lingerie and high heels, I even had a few sneaky wanks in the office toilets.
I was becoming obsessed by her and her lingerie and shoes, I couldn’t think of anything else.
One day Carol said, “What are you doing Friday, I’m off and my husband is away on business, do you fancy a drink”
I didn’t need to think about it, I said yes and we arranged to meet in a country pub.
1 month ago
